That knack you have, of saying exactly the right thing to derail me entirely? You have managed it again. (I will likely not forgive myself for a bit, but I will try to keep it from taking up time we could do something better with.)

We should talk, though? Because you're right. Cedric asked me some questions, Thursday, that I couldn't answer. Don't know if I should answer. And there's - well. Practical issues.

(And offers? You're right it wouldn't help. Though my scruples in this case seem to have wandered off somewhere. She's a menace to too many people.)

The thing that really bothers me is she implied she'd know, if we were spending time together, in private. Because if that's true, fixing everything else is a lot harder. And I don't even know how to tell.

I love you.